Dream walking

Written by: David Whalen


When I can feel the texture of the scent of roses… Sense the velvet caress Of the fog’s vaporous touch Feel the sonorous voice of Elvis the velvet-like timbre That I loved so much When I can feel the warmth From brown eyes that look into mine And hear unspoken whispers… And taste unsipped wine When I can talk to the raven And he… speak to me… His words will be graven In my heart… eternally When I can hear the grass growing When I can taste…fairy dust And hear the hiss of rainbows And know the sound of trust If I can experience just one of these And know also… all is not what it seems I’ll also feel my heart’s voice singing And know I’m walking in my dreams